The Airportline: Observations

There was a gay parade in Copenhagen yesterday. Gay in that is was happy, but it was about Pride. A parade for Pride. A parade with gay, and some not that gay, people. I was one that was not that gay, but I walked there, next to a male Canadian water polo team with tiny swimming trunks and weird hats on their heads. I wore shorts and a t-shirt. Possibly the least pimped out person around. There we walked, side by side, waving rainbow colored flags given to us by some store eager to make money. Someone is always making money. Proud people can also spend. This was my third Pride parade in three years. I go places and they appear, with drugged up dancers, proud corporations, on boats, by foot or on pimped out trucks. Proud people, both in and outside the parade. 2007 in San Francisco, 2008 in Amsterdam, 2009 in Copenhagen, each time I surprise myself by how moved I get by these parades. Surprised that pride can be so beautiful, no matter where it is.